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Though my heart runs crimson and cold, though my thoughts reach back to days that are now old, I feel no shame for thinking my thoughts, for I know one day the pain will stop. Please vote for the passage at: http://storymash.com/u/lionsheart24/doforide/

Though I watch a fictitious funeral on tv, I can feel the monster within me scream. I hear the wailing grief, I feel the blistering anger, the confusing denial and the sickening guilt. I cry, for I know that for someone, on this very day, where ever they may be, this is all too real, and I weep for for their pain. Please vote for this passage. Follow the link and vote at the bottom of he page: http://storymash.com/u/lionsheart24/devehone/

I still see her face in my dreams and a little part of me dies anew.  It's crazy how I still miss her from time to time; back when we started I wish that everything that had happened was something I already knew. I would have enjoyed it more, made every night a little sweeter, cause doing that would have made everyday after a little easier knowing that I couldn't keep her. Please vote on the bottom of the page at this link : http://storymash.com/u/lionsheart24/gamogile/

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Drunk Arab nights, can only be called rambunctious. These people get crazy. It's funny how they are so respectable sober, yet put a drink in them and things get popping. America's funniest home videos aint got shit in this. It's nights like this that I've sorry missed.

I know too much and I know too little. The desires within me are tempered and yet too wild, like an ecosystem constantly shifting and changing. I am too young and inexperienced, yet too old and wise for much of anything to be a surprise, and yet I'm surprised all the same. Serene like a pool of water yet violent like an exploding volcano, my sense of peace is constantly fleeting, yet the peace I know comes from the familiar constant battle within. I spend long days working towards my future yet forgetting to live in the moment, but the moment in which I live builds the basis for my future. Stars twinkle within my eyes, and sun sets in a fiery death. The blackness encroaches on my soul, yet it still feels lighter than a feather and brighter when I let it glow. I am happy with who I am, yet sad all the same for the journey to who I want to be seems endless, a winding road I must travel alone. I have made many friends, yet lost just as much. My touch can be hotter than fire, but if tu

Is it so wrong to want someone that looks at you and see's into your soul and knows you for who you are? Is it wrong to want someone who knows you're worth the trouble and continues to fight the good fight? You gotta love when you try to make sense of life any way that you can. You gotta love looking in the mirror everyday and challenging yourself to be the best man that you can. Your biggest fan and your worse enemy looking back at you in your reflection. It's a strange world when the least important thing is doing well and the most important thing is holding on and lasting long enough to see yourself do well. The spirits so easily crushed even the toughest man call tell. I'm here cause everything's screwed up, yet it's better than ever. No one heals me like you, you hold the key. I'm so happy tonight cause I look at you and I see me, and I shall believe. 

Cut away the  part of me that has me trapped. You'll never understand it till you are caught beneath the weight. Even if we could be together what makes me think it could work? What's to say you're not the same or worse than all I've been with? Who knows. Guess I'll never know. There's been so many and so few. I'm thinking of stepping down, but who can quit while they still love the game? 8 years later and nothings really changed. Still fighting the good fight. Still failing as the sun fails and turns to night.  The words the heart say just get in the way of bodily satisfaction. Bodily satisfaction gets in the way of the truth the heart says. Neither wins and I live in sin with my self. Good vs. evil, angel vs. sinner, two in one, closer and further away than ever. That which is meant to be always finds its way to you in the end. But the end seems never near, the beginning is never clear. My dear, my dear, I ask you with a heart sincere. Show me the way to i

You know in dreams where you're trying to get somewhere but you can never really get there? That's what my life feels like most days. I wish I could wake up and get to where I'm going.

3 a.m. Time to dream. Time to get away. What happens when you can't close your eyes? What happens when the night hides your lies? Fear in disguise. Restless sighs. Sweet goodbyes... It's no surprise, that 3 a.m. comes alone now. Make a vow. Promise me this. You will not give a kiss if you can't put your all into this. For nothing is better than a disguise of something. I rather sit here and reminisce, than have something, then have it go away. Just another thing I sorely miss. What gibberish is this? Just cruel thoughts to this tin robot. The sea that see's in the light or dark. Blue or black. Red or green. Nothing is always as it seems. A diamond in the rough, a field of vivid dreams. Nothing is as it seems...

Watching the story play on the screen. Boy meets girl. All is perfect it seems. It starts off great, they have their first date, happiness is just around the corner. Then something goes awry, boy and girl say goodbye, a blaze of anger and pride neither can hide. Suddenly they know, together is better than alone, so one or the other takes a chance, and together their feelings they show. As the story winds down, as the curtains close shut, I realize I'm lonely, and still I trust the stupid feelings in my gut. I'm nothing but fucked.

Today I was asked by a friend what do I miss most since I've been single for so long. That question took me by surprise. I said I don't miss a thing... But thinking about it I miss the late night talks. I miss the sweet kisses of  someone who loves me with all they are. I miss it all.

Unreciprocated has become the norm between you and I. It sucks, I ain't gonna lie. What am I gonna do? Keep moving forward and ignore the visions in my head of us two. 

Have you ever wondered how we got to this? All past in the blink of an eye, yet it seems like forever. Digging through the past while searching for a future. The present only lasts a second, the clock ticks so do what you do and don't regret it. It's not about him. It's not about her. It's about me, always has been. I'll be seeing ya, for my fortune is fine. My visions become reality on a full sea open and blue. Goodnight, goodnight, wait for the sweet whisper of I love you. 

Butter pecan in my cup, chocolate sprinkles on top. Really stopped caring what happens, my bottoms already gone up. It's funny when a care just vanishes, knowing in your heart it will all work out. What was stressed and messed a day before has been put to rest. No worries about blowing my money with no new job in sight, maybe it's destructive, but hell I'm feeling alright. Girl on the mind? Sure I got one. Whatever happens and has been said, I just chose to ignore, following my instincts, all I see is red. So shit the bed, worry all you want, my calm is cool, no trash talking in this game, no need to flaunt. What will be will be, though the pain comes free, the rewards are worth the struggle, still working out how to give you all of me. It will happen, I have no doubts. Trusting the feeling in my gut, trying to work it out. Trying to get richer quicker, setting my aim, pulling my creative trigger. Blowing out my brains, collecting my thoughts.  Words on this paper will be f